I'm making Giada's Holiday Salad, btw. Yeah, I know. Seems a fairly inconsequential contribution to the day's cornucopia of gustatory delights, but better than the last few years which found me showing up empty-handed, or with a bottle of some naughty wine which I'd promptly drain on my own, as drinky sister (tm) stays in Florida for Thanksgiving, and my Dad prefers to sip from his massive jug of some white (chilled) mess. Anyway, the salad sounds tasty, doesn't it? The sweet/tart of cranberries to counter the bitter of the endive. Did you just say it en-dive or on-deev? The salad (like the wine) is selfish because my Mom's notion of a salad is iceberg lettuce, chopped tomatoes, and a murderer's row of LITE dressings. Am I coming off as pissy to my parents? Huh. Plus, Giada's kinda hot, isn't she?Normally, here's where I'd include some winky sexual allusion using food prep lingo, but they all came off skeevy, even for ME, so today you can give thanks that I left it out.
So here's the real question: CATS, yay or nay? It's in town this weekend and despite (or because of?) how proudly I wear the Showtune Gay mantle, I've never seen it.Not a big Andrew Lloyd Webber fan and not really one of those people who get off on PLUSH toys* (How To Modify Elmo for a More Life-like Feeling....bless 'em!), so what's the point? Or am I mistaken? You can tell I'm still tempted. It's musical theater, after all. How bad can it be?
*is that really two reasons, or just one, restated?
ADDED: I'm feeling a bit bad about dissing my family. Truth is, I've been gaudily blessed like few other people I know. Make no mistake, they can be trying, and they are not always the most open-minded, and sometimes they insist on pleated pants with braided belts, or nylon track suits, but despite all that, they're aces. When the holidays get trying, I look to that modern day sage, Lisa Simpson, for the words to get me through:
It seems that every week the Simpsons go through a situation like this. My suggestion is to just ride it out, make the occasional smart-aleck quip, and next week we'll return right to where we were, ready for another wacky adventure.